The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 404

BeefyBite got her emotions under control, then faced the phone camera. "Thank you, Ms. Locke. If not for you, I don't know what would've happened," she said.

Even if she didn't end up killed by the malevolent ghost, her despicable husband probably wouldn't have let her off either.

"Ms. Locke, will my daughter be able to divorce him successfully?" asked BeefyBite's mother in concern.

"Yes," replied Madison.

BeefyBite's parents sighed in relief at that.

"How should we deal with these things, then, Ms. Locke? And these banners as well."

Madison thought over it for a bit before replying, "Send me your address via private message. I'll go over to deal with it!"

"Thank you, Ms. Locke!"

After they communicated their next move, BeefyBite hung up the call.

Sunville, past a front hall filled with lit candles, some tourists followed a stone-paved pathway toward the back of the building. They were intercepted by two monks wearing blue robes. "The

through the foliage past the circular entrance only to see a dozen or so people in varying clothing standing

see that?" asked one of the

another. "Are they filming a drama

They might

cosplay costumes so simplistic

tourists reached the ears of the monks guarding the entrance. They exchanged glances and smiled helplessly. Then, they started to communicate with each other in low voices. "Why is a mystic arts conference suddenly being held?" one of the monks asked the other. "Did something important

that it's related

"Is there someone killing and scamming in the name of the Mystic Arts Alliance

but with how developed the internet is now, it'll probably be all over the internet if it becomes

Meanwhile, gathered in the

courtyard were faction members

all wearing robes of their respective factions. Some were standing in the courtyard or under the eaves, some were on their phones, while

came

people to come into contact with evil

shout shattered the silence that had fallen over the outside of the building. The faction members

inside gradually

YourWorld's live stream was being played on a computer situated in the middle of the room. A dozen or so cold-faced people